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happened. Finally, to my unspeakable joy, at two in 
the morning we reached this hotel. I was taken to 
my room where I fell asleep while undressing, and 
awoke at four A.M. to find myself sitting on the floor, 
resting my head against the bed. The whole house 
shook at six that morning with the tread of heavy feet, 
so that there was no more rest to be had, and indeed, 
in any case, the heat of the sun would soon have 
driven me out, so I got up, scooped the dust out of my 
bag, and finally had the luxury of a bath (though it 
was about the colour of pea-soup) and breakfast in my 
own room. 
A few days ago the journey to the Caves was 
described word for word in a letter to me thus : " It is 
almost an impossible journey for a lady unless you 
camp out. The whole way the heat and flies are 
unbearable, the country lies very low, and on account 
of the heavy thunderstorms just now you are liable to 
be flooded out The whole district is totally un- 
inhabited," and so on; but now good-bye for the 
present. I cannot take you through the Caves in this 
letter, for a post goes to-morrow, and, as they are not 
an every-day occurrence here, I cannot afibrd to miss 
this chance. 
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